Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Nephews

One of the hardest parts of being away from home is missing my two nephews growing up. Although I see them a couple of times in each of my UK visits almost every year, a year is a long time in their lives. They possess all the toys young boys can dream of, a huge play-room and a garden that could host a pitch and putt course – seriously spoilt.

However they remain absolutely charming nonetheless.

David is eight, plays the piano and guitar, and has recently taken up golf! Pa started taking him to a few Watford FC matches last season.



Watch David perform on Dr. Gloves´ piano by clicking here.

Jonathan is six years old and my Godson. I take my role very seriously. In attendance for The Bub´s circumcision – traditionally the Jewish Godfather holds down the boy during the snip. Will he resent me forever? This time I had to have a few Man-to-Man chats to tackle a few non-major issues. Better than having to be pinned down for serious surgery.



I found out today that Boy and N. are expecting their own Bub. Apart from concerns that Marley (their Shetland sheepdog) will have his nose pushed out of joint, I am both delighted and excited by becoming an uncle for the third time in March 2010.

Boy will win valuable brownie points from Ma if he is able to produce a girl – a victim of four sons and two grandsons.

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